Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted… one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
Eminem
Our friend is about to become a mother – it looks like this adoption is going to happen – and as I write, I’ve just tucked Tin into bed. As a single mother of the last week, I can tell you that my friend has her work cut out for her, all those wonderful plays, art exhibits, movies, concerts, lectures, dinners, cocktail parties – forgetaboutit – she won’t see them anymore.
I used to marvel how mothers or fathers would tell me they had not read a book in a long time other than the Cat in the Hat – ahem – I have memorized the entire Seuss oeuvre.
But my friend, as I said, is a mother waiting to happen, and having been one myself I have to say that when the opportunity presented itself to be a mother at 50 years of age, I knew I had one shot, one opportunity. And now on the other side of that decision, I think to myself again I don’t believe in coincidences or accidents, another cliche is validated – the most rewarding and challenging thing I endeavor to do.
I’m excited to meet the little baby boy who is going to make my friend a mother. And to meet her after the fact as well.